"Of all the things I've believed in I just want to get it over with. Tears form behind my eyes but I do not cry. Counting the days that pass me by. I've been searching deep down in my soul, words that I'm hearing are starting to get old. It feels like I'm starting all over again. The last three years were just pretend. And I said, 'Goodbye to you.' Goodbye to everything I thought I knew. You were the one I loved, the one thing that I tried to hold on to. I still get lost in your eyes, and it seems that I can't live a day without you. Closing my eyes and you chase my thoughts away to a place where I am blinded by the light. But it's not right…"

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It's been a couple days since the decision that we were moving to New York. I decided that it was time that I buy some delawhosiwhatzis for the move.

"Hey, Yamato! I'm going to shop for the move. You want to come or just be a couch potato all day?"

"The second option."

"Oh fine. But I'm taking your car then!" I left before he could say anything.

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I finally got to Home Depot and was going back to the car when something grabbed me from behind. I didn't know what it or who it was. I was so scared I dropped my bags. Next thing I knew, there was a blindfold put around my eyes and a cold hard hand being put over my mouth. I was being dragged back.

I felt myself being pulled, rather dragged, through mud. I heard the busy noises of people shopping getting further and further away. I didn't hear anything else by what I thought was 5 minutes after I was kidnapped.

After a couple more minutes, I felt the cold hands take the blindfold off of me. I was gasping for breath and I was close to fainting. There were dark spots all over my vision…I thought I was going blind again.

Suddenly, I heard a raspy dark voice coming near me. It was so dark in the place that I couldn't tell where the voice was coming from but it seemed like it was coming from all directions. I heard the unsheathing of a blade and I felt the cold side of it slide slightly against my throat. It cut my throat and I wanted to scream with pain but I was too scared too. I felt the warm liquid drip down my throat…

"If you don't leave $50,000 by the east Park Entrance lamp in 24 hours, I'll make sure that your precious Yamato Ishida never sees the light of day again…" said the raspy voice.

"Who-…who…are…y-…you!"

"I'm someone you don't want to mess with…Now, do we have a deal or not?"

"What…d-…do you…w-…want with...m-…me!"

"I want your money of course! If you don't bring it to me within 24 hours, Yamato will only live for that long!"

"P-…Please! Don't h-…hurt him! I'll d-…do anything!"

"Then bring the 50 grand! And you better not tell Yamato about our deal…"

With that, he let the blade go from my throat and set me free. I fell to my hands and knees, staring at the dirt, clutching the slit in my throat still bleeding. I stayed in my position, still gasping for breath.

I tried to recap everything I was supposed to do…or I would lose my precious Yamato. What was I to do! I did have the money but I didn't want to take advantage of my parents' money! I wasn't that spoiled…But if I didn't, I would lose the love of my life.

You always see and hear this happening on T.V., but you never think that it would actually happen to you…

I heard a couple of last words from my kidnapper.

"And remember, I know where you live…"

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I closed the door behind me as I walked into the apartment, staring at the ground. Yamato greeted me at the door, although all I saw was his feet. He seemed to notice the trickle of blood running down my neck and staining my shirt. His eyes widened, but I didn't know that then.

"Wha-…What happened, Camilla? Who did this do you!" He shook my shoulders but I kept staring at the ground.

"It's…It's nothing…really…Don't worry, I'll be fine…" I mumbled.

"No! You won't! You almost got killed! How can you not be fine after that! Come on, tell me what happened!"

"I…I…c-…can't..." I stuttered.

I tried to think of a word to use to describe the situation other then "scam" or "murder." I started crying then, the tears mixing with the blood.

"It's…It's…a surprise…And you can't know about it…"

"A surprise that involves a murder? Hardly…Come on! If you can't tell me the 'surprise,' describe it for me then."

I nodded slightly. I looked up at him with red eyes and a wet face.

"It's to die for…"